Today’s writing prompt words:

Wet; horse; seeds; mug; unique.

This morning’s fictional excerpt:

The horse grazed in the long grass, so long that seeds formed at the top of each blade.  I sat and watched, sipping at my mug full of coffee.  I wasn’t supposed to be here, and yet, here I was.  I thought about everything that had happened and how I got here.  It was a bit of a blur.  I wasn’t sure what was real and what was just my imagination anymore.  

Shelly stepped out to join me.  The screen door slammed behind her.  “Well that’s a unique mug.  Where’d you get it?”

“It was in your cabinet,” I said.

She smiled and sat down in the rocker next to me.  “Beautiful ain’t it?”

“Yeah.”  And then we sat in silence, looking out past the porch where we sat, taking in the beauty.

Tap.  Tap.  Rain began to fall, one drop at a time.  “Don’t worry,” she said.  “That awning’ll keep us dry.”  I wasn’t even worried about getting wet.  It was a nice warm rain — the kind that washes it all away, cleanses your soul, makes you feel whole again.